Band Imagines/One-Shots

Get The Fuck Out Of Here // Vampire Gerard Way

You sat at the headstone, a tear falling down your cheek. You missed your mother and father, and despite your brother's warnings not to come to the cemetery at night, you felt comfort.

Coming to the cemetery at night wasn't as scary at night as people said it was, but it was still slightly creepy to you.

You sniffled, wiping the tear away from your cheek, and wrapped your arms around your knees, resting your head on them.

You knew it was time to go home, but you lost the motivation to. Since your parents died, you've been depressed, self-harming, and suicidal.

You didn't have the energy anymore to get up and go.

You stared at the names scrawled on the headstone a little bit longer, until you heard something in the distance. You lifted your head up a bit, looking, but not seeing anything.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and moved to your hands and knees, forcing yourself to a stand.

"Hello?" You called out softly. There was no answer, so you looked around, feeling goosebumps cover your arms.

You rubbed your arms, looking around, and letting out a breath. You noticed it came out foggy, and bit your lip, looking back at your parents' headstone, to perhaps say goodbye.

"Don't be too sad." A deep voice spoke. You gasped, turning around and seeing a man in black. He wore black skinny jeans, and a white t-shirt under a black leather jacket. You took a step back, confused. "You'll be joining them." The man grinned, revealing sharp fanged like teeth.

He immediately ran forward and you screamed, falling backwards and feeling his sharp teeth sink into your neck. You tried to push him off of you, but all his weight was on you, him holding you down.

Suddenly he was yanked right off, and you screamed again as his fangs were ripped out of your neck, and his nails dug into your skin as he was ripped away.

You felt tears fall down your face, your right hand going on the wound on the left side of your neck to stop the bleeding as you sat up and leaned against your parent's headstone.

You scooted towards the headstone as close as you could, pulling your knees up and looking forward into the darkness, sobs wracking your body.

You heard snarling, and a few thuds, as if there was fighting.

Finally, you heard a sickening crack, and a loud thud. Silence filled the cemetery, except your sobs and whimpering. You quickly looked around, fear filling your chest.

Someone grabbed your arms then, and you screamed, trying to kick them and punch them to leave you alone.

"Hey, calm down!" A harsh voice spoke. You slowed your fighting, and saw a man with red hair, a leather jacket, and black skinny jeans. He wore a pair of converse', and a black shirt covered his torso under his jacket.

You stared at him, tears still streaming down your face, as he knelt down to you.

"You're okay, he's not going to hurt you anymore." You pulled your right hand away from your neck and looked at the blood soaking your fingers.

"H-H-He b-bit me!" You sobbed. The man nodded.

"I know, just calm down." He held up his wrist and bit into it, making your eyes widen. You backed away from him, fear filling you again.

"Y-You're like him!"

"Yeah, but," The man started. "I'm not gonna hurt you like him, I promise. But you have to drink." He held up his wrist towards you. You stared at him like he was crazy.

"L-Leave me alone!" The man growled and leaned forward, his hand on the back of your head, and he pulled your face towards him, shoving his bleeding wrist against your mouth.

You screamed, but it was muffled by his skin, as you tried to fight him.

But it was too late. You felt the dark, iron tasting liquid go down your throat.

The man pulled away, and roughly let go of you. Tears continued to stream down your face, as you moved on all fours and tried to cough out what remained in your mouth.

"Oh, stop crying. You'll be fine." You glared up at the man, shaking in fear and anger.

"Fuck you!" You spat out. The man turned around and looked at you, kneeling down.

"You poor thing. I just saved your life. Be fucking grateful." The man spoke aggressively. You stood up, and shoved him back.

"Maybe I wanted to die!" You screamed. He looked at you, taken back a bit. You stared at him, realizing what you just said. "Fuck off." You scoffed, and started walking away.

He grabbed your arm, making you turn around, and his fangs flashed in the moonlight.

"Better watch your tone, bitch." You ripped your arm out from his grip, only for him to grab your hair, pulling you back. "Listen, get the fuck out of here. Not just out of the cemetery, but out of Belleville. Just fucking do it." He shoved you forward.

You turned towards him, but he was gone. You looked around, confused. But one thing was certain.

That man was a vampire. And he did indeed save your life.